It's the kind of day where smells
               just hang in the air
               lingering.
               The smell of perfume or cigars
               diesel fuel
               the smell of honeysuckle humidity,
               springtime,
               promise.

               And the air seems to hold the voices of birds
               longer than usual
               perhaps so that we, in our hurried walk
               have more of a chance to hear who

               is speaking to us
               through these molecules and synapses
               air currents and perilymph?
               Is it physiology,
               or is it God?

                             - Maria Kaefer, MSII